"Ah, A Cheng, Yan Feng is one of the most gifted of our Holy Spirit Cult's younger generation. After this, he will surely realize his mistake. Why not spare him for my sake?"
Zhongli Wu pondered for a moment before speaking slowly.
"You said it yourself, Cult Leader. In this match, life and death were of no concern..."
Xu Cheng's lips curled upward.
The Bone Dragon's massive body beneath him slowly shifted, uncoiling from its crouched position. Only when its full thousand-meter length was revealed did countless onlookers finally see its true form.
Yan Feng, however, was in no mood to appreciate the sight.
He transformed into his Martial Soul Avatar, an Ice Dragon, and tried to flee into the distance.
He even turned back to spit out a Frost Dragon Bullet, hoping to slow Xu Cheng down and buy himself more time to escape.
But the Bone Dragon took the blow head-on without suffering the slightest effect. Its seemingly cumbersome body moved with astonishing speed, as though tearing through the surrounding space. Its shadow blotted out the sky and sun, engulfing the fleeing Yan Feng. Then, as he glanced back in despair, it slammed down a claw.
Boom!
The dragon's claw struck the ground with tremendous force, making the earth shudder and sending countless chunks of hard stone flying. When the dust cleared, a deep crater lay in the ground, while Yan Feng had long since been crushed into a bloody mist...
Roaaar!
The dragon's roar reverberated throughout the Underground Cavern.
Under the awestruck gazes of countless spectators, Zhongli Wu's chilling stare, and the delighted eyes of Tang Ya and the others, the Bone Dragon slowly settled onto the ground. Xu Cheng jumped down from its head and looked at the black-robed referee.
"Third Elder, you can announce the